Agents of the Fantastic

DT Blues

Agents of the Fantastic is the new musical project for songwriter Tommy Neale.

I was born in England, and as I'm not yet a U.S. citizen, I'm unable to vote on Tuesday. Still, I am determined to contribute something to the movement for a Trump-free government. I wrote 'DT Blues' at the end of the summer, building it from an earlier set of lyrics that now seemed eerily prescient in light of the Trump campaign.

Lyrics

The skies have blackened over St. Tropez, the castles on the shore engulfed by flame
In an explosion on the French Riviera, found the culprit in the sidebar of shame
A perpetrator known to all the world by name
Well I have seen behind the castle walls, and felt the emptiness they can’t contain
Seen damsels in distress undressed by the poolside, popping Valium to ease their pain
Of all that was lost to endless gain
To anyone who will listen, he’ll tell them “Look upon my works”
Whose steely skeletons glisten out there
Beneath the desert sun
And spilling out from the waistline
There’s a lifetime of executive perks
And spoils from a race he’s never run
And so we sat and dipped our toes in the sea, and took the time to feast our eyes on the blaze
He spoke of an eternal order of man, the way you see it is the way that it stays
These broken windows and rally cries are merely a phase
But the people overheard the man who sat pontificating into the bay
The orange glow revealed a hollow black soul, celestial cities fallen into decay
And they all wait for the rising tides to wash him away
You must not seek to add
To what you have, what you once had
Nor seek to be, if you prefer
Both what you are and what you were
However grand, however proud
To have it all is not allowed
Your lot contains one happiness
To look for more brings less, far less
To anyone who will listen… repeat